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When I took a job with BYU Grounds Crew the summer before my junior year, I was advised that during the winter months, the grounds crews were responsible for clearing the campus walks and roads during snow storms. I was told that meant I would get a call at 3:00 or 4:00 in the morning to go shovel snow. I asked how often that might happen. I was told it was usually only 2 or 3 times each winter.

That summer and fall, I loved working with the grounds crew. I love gardening, yard work and being outside, so it was a perfect job for me. I also go to know some wonderful people and made several new friends.

Then, the winter came. That winter turned out to be one of the worst in Utah history. It started snowing and it seemed like it would never stop. My phone rang at 3:00 a.m. every day for an entire week. I was exhausted. My body ached. I slept through my classes. The work was hard and I was miserable.

That Saturday, after several hours of snow removal, management provided breakfast for all of the grounds crews. I was sitting in the work truck, eating my breakfast and trying to stay warm, when I noticed one of the supervisors pointing at the sky and yelling as loudly and as joyously as he could, “Blue sky! Blue sky!” I looked up and saw a tiny break in the snow clouds and a gorgeous little bit of blue sky.

It didn’t last long. The clouds gathered and the snow fell again. But, it was a moment I’ve never forgotten. No matter how stormy my situation seems, I can always find joy in a little bit of blue sky.

In the heart of California’s central valley, a two-hour drive from anywhere, is Modesto. Modesto is an agricultural community, the home of the Gallo Family Winery and the birthplace of filmmaker George Lucas. Lucas’s film American Graffiti was inspired by George’s own experiences cruising 10th street in Modesto. The town of Modesto pays homage to Lucas and American Graffiti every summer with its two-day American Graffiti Car Show and Festival.

Cruising was also a regular amusement for Jeff Johnson, who was born in Modesto on December 17, 1969. The oldest child of Bob & Irene Johnson, Jeff was followed by his sister Kim two years later.

Almonds are California’s number one tree nut crop. Growers in the central valley of California produce 80% of the world’s almond supply. The landscape in that area is a nearly unbroken forest of almond trees, individual orchards discernible only by those who own them.

When Jeff was about 7 years old, after living for a year on a small cattle ranch raising pigs and chickens in addition to cows, the Johnsons moved to Hughson (a tiny town about 20 miles east of Modesto) to start a life as almond growers.

Jeff grew up learning how to work. His responsibilities on the family farm were unending. Even during the summer months, when Jeff’s parents (who both had other jobs) were at work, Jeff was expected to be out in the orchards working. (He did sometimes sneak into the house for a bit to watch Green Acres or Gunsmoke.) As he got older, Jeff also had jobs working for other almond farmers in the area.

Jeff attended school in Hughson, small schools with few students, which gave Jeff the freedom to participate in many different things. In high school, Jeff played golf, baseball and football. He also excelled at academics and graduated second in a class of 120. During his senior year, Jeff applied to BYU and was accepted.

Jeff was the first member of his family to attend college, so when choosing an area of study, he looked to the examples of two of his uncles and majored in accounting at BYU.

Jeff’s extended family influenced his life in many ways. Most of his cousins, aunts, uncles and grandparents lived close by. They often got together for picnics and barbecues and they held a family reunion at Lake Tahoe every summer. Relatives on both sides of his family were good friends and companions to Jeff.

One of the most influential people in Jeff’s life was his grandmother, Nola McFarland. Grandma McFarland cared for Jeff and Kim when their parents were away. She had a hilarious and unique sense of humor which manifested itself in her unusual collection of whimsical chachkies.

Grandma McFarland also loved her backyard where she had fruit trees and a delightful assortment of succulent plants.

Jeff enjoyed spending time with his grandmother and maintained a close relationship with her until she died in the spring of 2013.

Jeff was also very close to his grandfather, A.J. White. Grandpa White was kind and generous, creative and skilled with his hands. Jeff loved spending time with Grandpa White and considered him a good friend.

When he was old enough to own his own car, Jeff and his dad bought a 1973 Volkswagen Super Beetle. Although his dad helped him buy the car, Jeff was responsible for the care and maintenance of the car. Jeff and his dad took care of all of the family’s cars–everything from oil changes to upgrades.

With a lack of foresight that Jeff has since come to regret, he sold the Volkswagen and bought a Jeep. He was later involved in an accident which resulted in a broken wrist for Jeff and the Jeep was totaled. After that, Jeff drove the 1955 Ford F100 pickup truck which had been used on the farm for many years.

Jeff attended BYU for a year before serving a mission. He served in the Brazil Belo Horizonte mission where he frustrated his fellow missionaries by refusing to speak anything but Portuguese for the first year.

Jeff still says that serving a mission was the best thing he ever did because of the friends he made. Jeff and a few of his buddies decided to live together after their missions. Some of those guys were already friends with a few girls who lived in their apartment complex at BYU. Those girls had a roommate who was absolutely adorable and had awesome hair. She was also very kind to Jeff.

Jeff and Rach were married on May 6, 1994. All of Jeff’s mission buddies attended the wedding.

During the next 18 months, Jeff completed a Master’s Degree in Accounting & Information Systems. He was then hired by Deloitte & Touche in Dallas to work in their new IT department.

Jeff and Rach moved to Dallas a few days before Christmas in 1995. Rach was 7 months pregnant. Chase was born on February 21, 1996.

Living in Dallas was a challenge for the little Johnson family. The IT department at Deloitte & Touche was so new that Jeff spent a lot of time doing auditing instead. The summers were hot, there was no family close by and, because of the infamous Wright Amendment, it was incredibly expensive to travel into or out of Dallas. After two years, they decided to make a change. Jeff asked for and was given a transfer to the Denver office. He and Rach visited the area and found an apartment. The move was only days away, but it just didn’t feel right. Jeff called the Denver office and told them he wouldn’t be coming.

Jeff’s brother-in-law Alex was working for a new tech company in Sandy, Utah called TenFold. Jeff interviewed with them and was offered a job. TenFold was opening an office in Dallas and asked Jeff to be part of that operation. About a year after that, Jeff and Rach bought their first house. In Frisco, they knew they had found a home.

After a few years, Jeff got a call from a guy he had worked with at TenFold. This guy was part of a group that had started a litigation support company and he wanted Jeff to work with them. That company was the predecessor to what is now iControl, where Jeff is the president and part-owner.

Jeff’s job is stressful and consuming and doesn’t leave him much time for hobbies. But, a few years ago, Jeff decided (at the encouragement of his incredibly supportive wife) to start rebuilding that old Ford truck. It’s a project that is also stressful and consuming, but Jeff loves it.

Jeff also loves his family and loves spending time with them. He is proud of his kids and who they are growing up to be. He’s a loyal, adoring and appreciative husband. Life is truly good.

It is a subject of much debate, whether or not our yearly observance of Hitchcocktober is a favorite family tradition. Noah says (emphatically) no, it is not. Noah says he always sleeps through Hitchcock movies. That’s hardly a good litmus test, however, since Noah sleeps through almost every movie. It probably has something to do with his preferred movie watching position which is lying under a blanket on the couch with a cat under his head (which usually produces a fairly annoyed cat). According to Noah, we could better spend our family movie time in October watching more modern horror movies.

Chase disagrees. “No matter how bored I get with Hitchcock,” says Chase, “I’d choose to watch one of his movies over a horror film every time.” That may sound less like an endorsement of Hitchcock and more like a censure of horror movies, but when it comes time to choose our Hitchcocktober selections every year, Chase is a fully-engaged participant in the discussion.

Maggie likes to think of her family as unusual and embraces the tradition with enthusiasm. And Jeff? He’s a team player and he doesn’t complain.

As for me, I like to think that I’m doing my part in ensuring that my kids have a well-rounded education. I love that Hitchcock references have found a place in our family vernacular and the memories we’ve made as we’ve observed this tradition are priceless to me.

For future generations, for anyone interested in starting a Hitchcocktober tradition and so that we can remember, here are our reviews of all the Hitchcock movies we have watched so far.

Rear Window I’ve always enjoyed Rear Window and I still find it full of suspense and intrigue because when she’s in his… and he’s looking at… and the dog! Yikes! Besides the mysterious elements, though, this one is simply a great movie. I love the shots of the courtyard. I think that’s my favorite stuff. Jimmy Stewart is fantastic, as always, and Grace Kelly is gorgeous and playful and so great in this movie. I love it.

This is the first Hitchcock movie we watched as a family and my kids were probably expecting something else. They’re used to big screens and superheroes, CGI and fast-paced action sequences. Consequently, they felt that Rear Window was a little slow. But, they did agree to put it back in the queue this year, so either they appreciated it more than they initially said they did or they’ve learned a bit from continued exposure to Hitchcock and are ready to try Rear Window again.

Disturbia We decided that a study of Hitchcock could also include remakes. Disturbia (2007) is a great movie. Shia Lebeouf is awesome, the neighbor/bad guy is seriously creepy and the story line remains remarkably true to the original. It would absolutely be possible to enjoy this movie without ever watching Rear Window, but it’s definitely more fun to compare the two.

The Birds The two things I like best about The Birds are the plot and Rod Taylor. The two things I liked best about watching The Birds with my family were their reactions when they realized that really was the ending and Chase’s impersonation of Tippi Hedren locked in the attic with the birds.

The Trouble with Harry One of just a few Hitchcock comedies, The Trouble with Harry is a family favorite. Just as most Hitchcock mysteries have comedic elements, this comedy has mysterious elements, too. And little tiny, very young, pre-Beaver Jerry Mathers is absolutely brilliant.

Marnie We assumed we would like this movie was because Sean Connery is in it. Unfortunately, it’s such a horrible movie and totally inappropriate for family viewing that it nearly ended our relationship with Alfred Hitchcock.

Dial M for Murder This movie is a Hitchcock classic, among the best films of all time and another family favorite. Grace Kelly is fabulous in this movie. It’s suspenseful, mysterious and frightening. I think I may have screamed a little bit.

Rope This movie is basically two hours of people talking in a room.

Strangers on a Train An interesting concept, but a bit lacking in its execution. Did tennis players ever actually dress like that for a match? Strangers on a Train is apparently the inspiration for Throw Momma from the Train with Billy Crystal and Danny Devito. We’re watching that this year, too, so we’re interested to see how the two compare.

To Catch a Thief Pretty much a must-see for fans of Cary Grant or Grace Kelly, To Catch a Thief is also a Hitchcock classic. It’s pretty tame and, consequently, not necessarily a family favorite. I love it, though.

Shadow of a Doubt The only thing I didn’t like about this movie is that the guy I liked the best turned out to be the bad guy. I was upset about that for days.

Notorious I’m afraid I found this one a little hard to swallow. Also, this was before Cary Grant looked good.

The Lady Vanishes This is one of Maggie’s favorites and it’s not hard to see why. The Lady Vanishes is both comedic and mysterious with a wonderfully quirky collection of characters. It’s a perfect representation of all that is great about Alfred Hitchcock.

Torn Curtain Honestly, you had me at Paul Newman. He and Julie Andrews are awesome together. Torn Curtain is definitely worth watching again.

The Man Who Knew Too Much An interesting bit of trivia: The Man Who Knew Too Much from 1956 with Jimmy Stewart and Doris Day is a remake of The Man Who Knew Too Much from 1934 with Leslie Banks and Edna Best. Both movies were directed by Alfred Hitchcock. The story in both movies is the same, only in the 1934 version it’s a daughter who gets kidnapped. Both movies have the same annoying, stuck-in-your-head song.

We have only seen the 1956 version. It’s good. It’s classic Hitchcock. Everyone should watch it at least once. But, we didn’t love it enough to watch the 1934 version, too.

Psycho Another interesting bit of trivia: When Psycho was originally released, it was rated Approved, according to the film ratings of the time. In 1968, the rating was changed to M, for mature audiences. In 1984, the rating was again changed, this time to R. This rating remains current but is considered invalid. The suggested rating is PG-13, for violent content including some bloody images.

Psycho is a movie that bridges the generation gap. It’s scary. It’s also a really good movie and we all like it. Psycho is the movie that we save to watch on Halloween every year. Most of Hitchcock’s movies are mysterious and suspenseful. Psycho will give you the creeps.

This past summer, we were playing Telestrations and Noah’s word was psycho. He drew a car backing up to a lake. I was so proud.

In the late 1870s, a man named William Flake purchased a large ranch in Northern Arizona on the Silver Creek. After the apostle Erastus Snow visited the area, families from Parowan were called to help settle the establishment now called Snowflake. John A. West and his family were among those called to this place.

Although most of the Snowflake settlers left Parowan in the spring of 1879, John and Mary Jane West were unable to leave until early November. It was a devastating journey. They encountered bitterly cold weather, snow and blizzards, a partially frozen Colorado River, sickness and exhaustion. Every night, more of their sheep and cattle died. Mary Jane lay on the brink of death. When they finally reached Snowflake in early January 1880, John and Mary Jane had lost almost everything. Joseph Fish wrote, “The winter of 1879-80 was the hardest winter ever known in these parts. A number of our brethren lost heavily, but John A. West sustained the heaviest loss by far.”

John West had been a wealthy man in Parowan. In Snowflake, he was practically destitute. He and Mary Jane lived with their large and growing family in a one room house with a dirt roof and one window. John tried his hand at raising sheep, but was unsuccessful. Funds were always scarce.

In the 1880s, the Santa Fe Railroad was expanding. Men were paid well for their work building the new lines. John West left his family for a while to work on the railroad. On his return, he and his traveling companion were attacked by bandits who demanded their money. “Do you think I am a fool?” John asked them. “I wouldn’t carry money when there are U.S. mails to carry it for me.” The bandits called John a liar and searched his wagon. When they found no money, they tied John and his companion to the wagon, destroyed their guns and rode off. John arrived safely at home, with his wages secured in the bottom of his grain sacks.

As he contemplated ways of supporting his family, John remembered the wonderful fruits that he had been so fond of as a missionary in Hawaii. This reminiscence led to the establishment of his exchange business. He bought butter, eggs, chicken and garden vegetables from his neighbors in Snowflake and sold them in California. From California came fruits, raisins and nuts. His business expanded quickly and John was, once again, a success.

Eventually, John and Mary Jane were able to build a large and comfortable home. The organ that they had brought from Parowan provided the entertainment for many social gatherings. The Wests loved to entertain and their neighbors loved them. John was often asked to teach dance classes. He was always glad to do so.

John suffered regularly from stomach troubles. As he grew older, he determined to make a careful study of the Word of Wisdom. Once he decided to adhere to its dietary guidelines, his health improved.

With most of their children grown and gone, John and Mary Jane determined to leave Snowflake. They sold their house and sent the money to their sons in Salt Lake City, who built them a comfortable, modern cottage. In September 1910, John traveled to Salt Lake City. Mary Jane stayed behind for a while to help her daughter with a new baby. She arrived in Salt Lake in February of the next year.

John enjoyed gardening in his back yard and had many lovely fruit trees. Soon, he was called to be the Stake Patriarch. Mary Jane often acted as his scribe. As always, they entertained. Many of their friends from Snowflake traveled to Salt Lake especially to see them.

Mary Jane’s health began to fail in 1914. She died on August 15. John was heartbroken, but he found comfort in keeping track of his children and grandchildren. His daughter Susan and her daughter Maurine lived with John and cared for him.

John remained remarkably healthy. His doctors told him he might live to be a hundred.

In September 1917, John started complaining of pain. His family gathered around him and he was visited many times by loyal friends. After five days, on September 28, 1917, John died of a strangulated hernia.

The connection between John A West and my dad is as follows: Eric Eastman – Blanche Savilla Jones – Amy Sophronia Whitney – Elizabeth Jane West – John Anderson West

Upon his arrival as a missionary in Hawaii, John Anderson was discouraged. He was far from home, trying to learn a language that was completely unfamiliar to him, serving among people he felt were absolutely without morals. To make matters worse, the Hawaiian diet did not sit well with him. He felt pains in his stomach almost all the time.

In the midst of all his personal struggles, John found solace in what he called “the miracle of the sky.” He could often be found watching the sunrise and once wrote in his journal, “I arose thankful to be alive. The morning was beautiful, the air so serene, not a wave to trouble the bosom of the mighty deep.”

John worked hard and mastered the language. The missionaries found that the native fruits provided some much needed relief to their digestive systems. When they could, they picked fruit. They were particularly fond of pineapples. John and the other missionaries organized schools, taught English and walked many hundreds of miles, getting to know the people. John soon learned to love them. “This people have a simple, childlike faith,” he wrote. “We feel it as we mingle with them. They are the Lord’s children.”

John spent four years in Hawaii. He returned home at the end of May 1858 and quickly resumed the routines of life. John was very industrious and possessed good managerial skills. He began gathering ranch properties and some cattle and became quite prosperous.

In October 1859, Betsey Jane gave birth to a daughter, Elizabeth Jane. In 1862, Margaret Hannah was born. John Anderson Jr. was born on September 2, 1864.

In 1865, John received a call to serve another mission in Hawaii. This time, John was encouraged to take his wife with him. As they discussed their options, John and Betsey Jane decided that John should take a second wife. Betsey Jane expressed a preference for Mary Jane Robinson, who was then 16 years old. John and Mary Jane were married in May 1865.

Due to a misunderstanding, however, the rest of the couple’s traveling company left without them. It was not safe for them to try to make the journey to California alone, so John was released until further notice.

In 1872, when John was again called to go to Hawaii, Mary Jane had four children and Betsey Jane had four children. John returned to Hawaii alone.

John found the conditions in Hawaii much improved. The church had grown in numbers and the members were strong. John was happy to be back. He received disappointing news from home, however. His father died in 1873. John and his father were especially close and John took the news with much sadness. In 1874, John learned that his brother William had also died. William was only 32 years old when he died and he left behind a young family.

While John was gone, Betsey Jane decided to separate herself from her husband. Joseph Fish, Betsey Jane’s brother wrote, “My sister Betsey Jane, who had married John A. West, had not lived very agreeably with her husband for some time. He had married for a second wife Mary Jane Robinson. She was a good girl, but John put her at the head of the family in many things. His neglecting his first wife in a measure and placing his second in charge of many of the family affairs was more than my sister was willing to put up with. She came home to her father and…she got a divorce from her husband. John’s own folks blamed him more for the separation than they did her. She had four children, two boys and two girls; she never married again.”

John Anderson West was born on December 19, 1830 in Benton County, Tennessee. He was the second child of Samuel Walker West and Margaret Cooper. When John was four days old, his mother became violently ill. It looked like she would die. While she was sick, John’s mother had a dream. She dreamed that she was looking for a precious jewel.

Three years later, the Wests were visited by Mormon missionaries. Samuel and Margaret accepted the missionaries’ message and were baptized shortly thereafter. Margaret seemed to understand that this was the jewel she had been searching for in her dream.

The West’s home soon became a place of refuge for the missionaries, who stopped there frequently. One day, when the elders were visiting, John was outside chasing a squirrel. He looked down the road and saw a man coming toward the house. He ran inside and said, “The Methodist minister is coming.” The man walked into the house and started shouting and shaking his fist. John was so unaccustomed to such rude behavior that he retreated to a corner of the house.

After the minister left, John asked his mother what the trouble was. “He wants to hurt our missionaries,” she told him. “And he wants to hurt us all. We must pray.”

It was around this time that Samuel’s father died. His mother lived in Kentucky and had asked Samuel to bring his family there. Samuel and Margaret felt that it was no longer safe for them in Tennessee. They also knew that most of their church friends were moving away, so they packed up their belongings and their five children and went to Kentucky.

John was very happy in Kentucky and, in later life, often spoke of how beautiful it was there. He spent his time horseback riding, looking after his five sisters and fishing. He grew to be an expert fisherman.

John secretly wished that they could always stay in Kentucky, but the Wests soon desired to join their fellow saints in Nauvoo. In 1842, they loaded their wagons and left Kentucky.

When they arrived in Nauvoo, the Wests were shocked and saddened by the extreme poverty they found among the people there. They had brought with them a number of cured hams, which they soon began distributing to those most in need. Samuel had enough money to purchase a lot and the building materials for a house, but he loaned the rest of his money to someone else. That man was never able to repay the loan, so the Wests were unable to finish their house before winter came. They lived through their first winter in Nauvoo in an unplastered building. They were very cold.

John later wrote in his journal about an experience he had during that winter: “One of those cold winter nights, I was reading from the Book of Mormon. I closed my eyes and asked the Lord if it was true, and the answer came plainly to me, in a very clear voice, ‘It is true, true, verily true.'”

A few years later, John saw Joseph Smith and his brother Hyrum arrested and taken to Carthage. He was also a witness to the sight of their dead bodies being returned to Nauvoo. John was a young bystander during the confusion that surrounded the question of a new Church leader following the death of Joseph Smith. According to John, “Several of us boys were near the bowery, listening to different ones speak. We couldn’t see very well, but one of the boys said, ‘Listen, that’s the Prophet talking.’ We got up on the hubs of the wagon wheels, and we saw that it was Brother Brigham Young, but he sounded just like the Prophet, and he looked like him; so much so, that we all felt, even though we were only boys, that Brother Brigham Young was to take the Prophet’s place.”

Over the next few years, the Wests made their way to the Salt Lake Valley, arriving in September 1851. They camped for a few days on the banks of the Jordan River, then headed for Parowan, where they had been asked to settle.

Through much hard work, the Wests made a life for themselves in Parowan. They also enjoyed socializing with their neighbors and friends. There were plays, picnics and dances. John was a graceful dancer and always took his sisters to the dances.

In the winter of 1853, John met and fell in love with Betsey Jane Fish. The next spring, John received a call to serve as a missionary in Hawaii. John and Betsey decided to get married before he left. They were married on May 19, 1854. Two days later, John left for Hawaii.

Not much is known about the origins of Isaac Allerton. He was born about 1586 in England. There are clues that may point to the identity of Isaac’s father, but beyond that, everything is a mystery. What is known is that Isaac lived in Holland in the town of Leiden in the early 1600s. Leiden was a popular refuge for Pilgrims fleeing from religious injustice in England. While in Leiden, Isaac worked as a tailor. He married Mary Norris on November 4, 1611. The couple had three children, Bartholomew, Remember and Mary, all born in Leiden. They buried another child in Leiden on February 5, 1620. In September 1620, the Allerton family boarded the Mayflower. The Allertons all survived the voyage, but while the ship lay anchored in what is now Provincetown Harbor, in November 1620, Mary gave birth to a stillborn baby. The painting “Landing of the Pilgrims” by Henry Sargent, includes a depiction of Isaac and Mary Allerton. They are seen on the left side of the painting and have just disembarked from the shallop which ferried passengers from the ship to the shore. The painting is on permanent display at Pilgrim Hall Museum in Plymouth, Massachusetts.

Mary Allerton was one of many who died in Plymouth during the settlement’s first bitter winter. Legend states that those who died that winter were buried in unmarked graves during secret nighttime burials. Corn was planted over the graves, so that the Native Americans would not know how many of the settlers had died. The Cole’s Hill Monument honors all who died during the first year. (Mary Allerton’s name is in the far left column, second from the top). Beneath the monument, a crypt contains bones found during excavations in the 18th and 19th centuries.

Isaac Allerton and his three children survived the first winter in Plymouth and Isaac quickly became involved in the community. After the death of the first colonial governor, John Carver, Isaac was appointed assistant to Governor William Bradford.

In 1626, along with William Bradford and several others, Isaac agreed to take control of the colony’s debts in exchange for a monopoly in the fur trade. He traveled to London and negotiated a new agreement with the colonists’ creditors. In exchange for a payment made to the Merchant Adventurers investment group, Isaac received a grant of land at Kennebec (in present-day Maine) where the colonists started building a fortified trading structure.

Unfortunately, Isaac soon began taking advantage of his position, engaging the Pilgrims in business ventures that they had not authorized. As a result of these ventures, the colonists’ debt actually increased. He introduced some unscrupulous individuals into Plymouth colony and established his own trading post at Kennebec, becoming the colonists’ chief competitor.

In 1633, Isaac and his undesirable friends were banished from the colony. Isaac initially established a residence in Marblehead in the Massachusetts Bay Colony. He prospered quickly and by 1634 had several houses, warehouses, stages for curing fish and a fishing fleet of eight boats. In February 1634, however, one of his houses caught fire and was destroyed. The remainder of his property was subsequently lost. Shortly thereafter, the authorities of the Massachusetts Bay Colony ordered Isaac’s removal, although their reason for doing so is unknown.

Isaac then took up residence in New Amsterdam where he was immediately successful and greatly respected and his advice and opinion were highly sought after. He started trading tobacco and realized tremendous profits. He built a house and a warehouse within view of the East River and owned over 500 feet of waterfront property. In 1655, Isaac was among the wealthiest individuals in New Amsterdam.

In New Amsterdam, Isaac again became involved in politics and exercised his influence on several occasions. He also owned a grand house in New Haven, Connecticut and his seat in the meetinghouse of the First Church of New Haven was a seat of honor.

Isaac died in New Haven in 1659 and was the only member of the Mayflower Company to be buried in Connecticut.